Fallout


It was supposed to be your falling out, your undoing, your total breakdown.

But somehow it wasn't.

Addison Shepherd delivered the fatal blow with her handshake, and you're just about to scamper off to tell Cristina that you're a homewrecker when you realize she's still talking about you to Derek, and it's something along the lines of asking if they can bring you home with you.

What.

This isn't of course what you expected, but then again you really shouldn't have expectations with the way your life always seems to be going, so you go with it and now you find yourself in Addison Shepherd's rent-a-car on the way to Derek's not-a-house in the middle of nowhere, Seattle.

So you're sat in the middle seat right between them, and Addison has her palm on your hip, and Derek has his palm on your other hip, and each of them is inching closer and closer to the middle of you, as you lean back against the headrest in the middle of them, and you blink open and closed again to make sure you're not making this up for god's sakes.

But you're not, you're actually not McDreaming because you're sitting here right between McDreamy and Mrs. McDreamy and you suppose you're making their McDreamsComeTrue or something kinky like that.

You're not sure you'll ever be able to live this one down, but it's not like anyone is judging you now. Not the least of all yourself as you bring both of your hands over each of their hands to flip their palms over so you can squeeze both their hands to let them know silently that you're in this for sure.

Whatever "this" is.

Which is what- some sort of fucked up ride or die love-hate sex party?!

You're not sure, really.

But you're Meredith Grey and you're never sure, which means you're sure, and Addison and Derek sure know what they're both doing to you already in the front seat of this jet-black Mercedes, and that's all that matters, that at least they seem to both be on your side for once, right?

Obviously.


***** FIN


Author's Note:

Thanks for reading, folks!

bobbiejelly